The Outsiders Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Each of them was handsome in a completely different way, yet all of them carried the kind of presence that made people notice them whether they wanted to or not. Hades was the one people noticed first. He always was. Standing beside me in his dark clothes, his tall frame moved with the kind of lazy confidence that made it impossible not to look at him. Sometimes I genuinely wondered if the devil himself had sculpted him just to confuse the world with something so dangerously beautiful. His features were almost too perfect, the kind of beauty that felt slightly unreal, as if he had stepped straight out of some dark fantasy novel. But it was not just his face.

Get it together and just ask. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "Are you alright, miss?" The deep voice of the young handsome boy rung through my mind. Holy Jesus Christ. He's fine. Damn fine. He had brownish short hair, cut to the haid, and hazel eyes. He was built like a rugby player and his face was shaped like a god send angel. What is it with all those good looking people here? I haven't seen one ugly bitch and I feel so out of place. I need ugly people around me, Ok. It makes me seem beautiful.

They were a picture of David and Goliath sharing a morning meal at the table, sitting down. Just like Izzy would call him, Owen was similar to a bugbear or an Ogre. He is a big man who stands about a few inches more than two hundred centimeters with a muscle-filled physique, a clean-cut hairstyle, and he would always wear a white shirt, with or without sleeves and jeans pants. He would look neat even with dirt from work stuck or splashed in his clothes or his body. But he always looks brooding. To Izzy, he is scary and unapproachable, and if only she had other choices, Izzy was never going to bother him. Alas, her last way to escape was her window to his.

A shiver ran down my spine as our eyes met, the air between us charged with an almost magnetic tension. Haven's beauty was mesmerizing, her dark outfit perfectly complementing her porcelain skin and fiery mane. The high-waisted shorts hugged her curves, while the crop top hoodie showcased her toned midriff. The skeleton hand flipping me the bird on the front of the hoodie added a touch of edgy rebellion. Her hair cascaded down her back in luscious waves, reaching all the way to her hips, just as it had during our previous encounter. The dark makeup accentuated her striking features, making her eyes seem even more piercing and intense. A fitting outfit, I thought.

Ethan stood tall, his immaculate blue suit hugging his broad shoulders. His dark hair was finely shaped, and his heavy brows complemented his hawk-like gaze, making his presence rather unsettling. One could swear he was a model for some top agency—a sexy but intimidating model. Ethan was built like a Roman or Greek god. He might have been mixed-race or purely white, but his tanned skin suggested either too much sun or perhaps frequent spa visits. Either way, it achieved impressive results, making him appear anything but pale.

Then here, he was standing in the doorway. His demeanor was filled with anger as he glared at me. Alex was the kind of guy that girls looked at and drooled over while he grinned at them. He was beyond sexy in a bad boy kind of way. His dirty blonde hair sat messed up on the top of perfect face with a sculpted jaw and mesmerizing green eyes. Tattoos lined his hands, courtesy of my work which only made him more good looking. But as l stood and stared at him right mow, l knew who he was underneath, all those handsome features were useless. He was the most ugliest person on the planet.

she commanded wiping the blood that dripped out of her chapped lips. The boys ran in our direction. They have huge built to that of thugs with tattoos all over their arms and faces and piercings on the nose, lips, and brows. They also reeked in alcohol and they do constant sniffing and jerking like drug addicts. I could tell that they’re no students but outsiders. “Dare to touch my girl, sl*t?” The skinhead came running at me with a punch. I did a sidestep dodging his fist, so, he ended up rolling on the ground.

That hipline could cut through anything. Skin, white and pale looked anemic but as beautiful as it could embrace her perfect nose and thick blue eyes. That grown hair ran over her forehead, concealing it and its piggy tail reached up to her neck. The apron hung lifelessly over a simple-minded figurine, while those jeans hung on, exposing those sexy legs. What was really attractive were those lips. Thick, fleshy and so red unlike its color. It when squished, made an image on Aiden, which from then on became his guilty pleasure.

Said a deep male voice mockingly, and Annette cautiously turned to face them. She found herself enclosed by what resembled a group of bad-looking guys who kept throwing lustful glances at her. Their skin was pale and dirty, like they had been on the street for quite some time and hadn't taken proper care of themselves or had a bath in months. They had high cheekbones, a sharp jawline and delicate nose. Their hair was of different styles which looked dirty and unkempt, adorned in various bright, luminous hair colours. They were tall and lean with an athletic body and pointed ears. They were dressed in black leather jackets and wicked-looking chains around their necks, a ripped baggy jeans and

The kind of aesthetic that came with having access to designer wardrobes and an instinctive knack for street fashion that managed to look expensive and understated all at once. They had dressed the same, yet tried not to make it sickeningly obvious. I straightened up, smoothing down the plain black apron tied around my waist as Helena before abandoned Jin for me, her eyes glittering with snide delight. Compared to them, I felt like I was wearing a costume for some mundane role in a play neither of them were part of. “Helena,” I said, keeping my tone even, though I could feel heat rising to my face. “What brings you here?”